Another Country Song That’s Broke The Internet

I've been selling my soul
Working all day
Overtime hours
For bullsh*t, pay
So I can sit out here, and waste my life away
Drag back home, and drown my troubles away

It's a d*mn shame
What the worlds gotten to
For people like me, and people like you
Wish I could just wake up, and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is

Living in the new world
With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just want to have total control
Wanna know what you think
Wanna know what you do
And they don't think you know, but I know that you do
Cause your dollar ain't sh*t, and it's taxed to no end
Cause the rich men north of Richmond

I wish politicians would look out for miners, and not just minors on an island somewhere
Lord, we got folks in the street, ain't nothing to eat
And the obese milking welfare
Well God if you're 5 foot 3 and you're 300 pounds
Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds
Young men are putting themselves six feet in the ground
Cause all this damn country does is keep on kicking them down

Lord, it's a d*mn shame
What the worlds gotten to
For people like me, and people like you
Wish I could just wake up, and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is

Living in the new world
With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just want to have total control
Wanna know what you think
Wanna know what you do
And they don't think you know, but I know that you do
Cause your dollar ain't sh*t, and it's taxed to no end
Cause the rich men north of Richmond

I've been selling my soul
Working all day
Overtime hours
For bullsh*t, pay

Presenting Oliver Anthony.